Chapter 47
Author’s POV
Lucien sat motionless on the worn-out sofa in the center of the living room, his eyes fixed blankly on the wall, lost in thought.
Footsteps echoed sharply as Stephanie walked in, wearing a wine-colored dress, a handbag loosely swinging from her shoulder. Her gaze landed on Lucien immediately, laced with contempt.
“Stupid fool,” she muttered as she passed. “You should be grateful to Bianca. Without her, you wouldn’t be here, you’d be rotting on the streets where you belong.”
Lucien didn’t respond, not even a blink.
Stephanie paused briefly, glancing at him again with thinly veiled disgust. “Worthless,” she added under her breath before continuing.
At that moment, Elara emerged from the hallway.
She was dressed in a fitted red gown, black heels clicking agains
